He paused.
"I remember completely killing you all," he continued calmly. "How did you survive?"
I blinked, unable to comprehend what he was talking about. There was no madness in his eyes, no distortion in his voice that would suggest confusion or delusion. He spoke with absolute certainty, as though he were recalling an event that had already been settled long ago.
"What do you mean?" The question left my mouth before I could restrain it.
"I mean what I said," he replied without hesitation. "I erased your entire lineage. How did you survive? I can smell your blood. You belong to the main lineage, don't you? Who is your father? And more than that, where am I?"
Irritation surfaced on his face as he rubbed his forehead again. His wings shifted behind him, their feathers rustling softly against the still air of the hall.
But my mind was no longer focused on his frustration.
It was focused on what he had said.
My lineage.
The word lingered in my thoughts, heavy with implication.
